On the whole, she succeeded. Image Transfer<\/em> is exactly the kind of exhibit the Henry should be doing. It has wit, depth and subtlety with an undertow of numbed tragedy. Image Transfer<\/em> describes a trash world that constricts rather than enlarges upon the idea of possibility, as if we all live in a snow globe filled with images raining down on our indifferent heads, except that we too contribute to the glut.<\/p>\n What does the glut bring? Just as God told Moses not to look directly at the Burning Bush, Jordan Kantor<\/strong><\/a> suggests we refrain from direct engagement with the image world, for the same reason. Circuits will be blown, eyes burned.<\/p>\n Jordan Kantor Eclipse<\/em>, 2009 screenprint on clear polycarbonate and silver myler sheet, and\u00a0 Eclipse (color inversion)<\/em> oil on canvas 2009<\/p>\n Pried from their original context, glamorous prints of dead stars move freely from screen to screen, both present and elusive, even with a rock on their heads.<\/p>\n Marlo Pascual<\/strong><\/a> Untitled<\/em>, 2009, Digital print and rock<\/p>\n The Sun is Always Setting Somewhere Else<\/em> (detail) 2006 Slide projection<\/p>\n Wilson Right Back at You<\/em> In her excellent catalog essay, Krajewski enlarges upon Oppenheim’s enterprise, saying she “seeks out representations of significant historical moments” but views them from the edges of their meaning. Tom Stoppard’s version of this theme – Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead<\/em><\/a> from 1966, has nothing to fear from Oppenheim. He still owns it, across all art disciplines. On the other hand, Image Transfer<\/em> might not be doing Oppenheim justice, judging from other work available online.<\/p>\n This show carries itself without a lot of wall text, but I think a brief note explaining that Amanda Ross-Ho<\/strong><\/a>‘s Camera 1, Camera 2<\/em> derives from a magazine reproduction of Jeff Koons’ stainless steel Rabbit<\/em><\/a> from 1986. is in order. Ross-Ho shot into the shiny belly of Koons’ sleek beast and played with its reflections. If you don’t know that and there’s no reason to suspect anyone would, the piece is a mystery.<\/p>\n Camera 2<\/em>,<\/em> digital Chromgenic print. 2007<\/p>\n I admire how each of these artists echo and expand on each other’s work, which makes the exhibit more than the sum of its parts. Many hours can be spent mulling through it. Because it is co-organized by the Henry and Independent Curators International, it is likely to travel. As such, it is an opportunity missed for the Northwest artists who could have shined in this context.<\/p>\n As usual, the Henry is in violation of the bloom-where-you’re-planted rule. Nobody’s asking for a mercy hook up, but there are at least half-a-dozen artists who could have added significantly to this show’s consequence, such as Margot Quan Knight<\/a>, Mike Simi<\/a>, Sol Hashemi,<\/a> Claude Zervas<\/a>, Vanessa Renwick<\/a> and Jason Hirata<\/a>. It is crucial for NW artists to be seen in a larger context. By excluding them from a perfect opportunity, the Henry is missing a chance to mean more. I know that the Henry would hesitate to mount an exhibit of 12 male-only artists, even less male-only white artists. Race and sex are factors. Recognizing\u00a0 the artists who live here needs to be one too.<\/p>\n Humans see, humans do: After the first horse drawn on the first cave and the first pot incised with a decorative line, everything became imitation. You don’t need a weatherman to know which way that wind blows, or that in the contemporary period, it blows harder. 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Using flash cards, Matt Keegan<\/strong><\/a>‘s mother teaches brain-damaged children<\/span> non-English speakers how to pick the right word for the right emotion. In a video that’s part of his installation titled Images are Words<\/em> (2010), she looks at situations featured in photos and decodes their central meaning with a single word. Because there rarely is such a thing as one meaning, her answers diverge from the life’s experience of any given viewer. The rest of the gallery is filled with heaps of laminated images hand assembled by her, a deluge. The distance between the simplicity of her goal and the complexity of the result endlessly multiplies. Like her slowest students, we do not understand.<\/p>\n![\"marlopascualrock.jpg\"](\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/marlopascualrock.jpg\")
Siebren Versteeg<\/strong><\/a>‘s color-coded flags imprinted with viral pictures celebrate the dominance of unstable sign over solid sense. Karl Haendel<\/strong><\/a> draws a dead flow, a condensed, cluttered verison of\u00a0 James Rosenquist<\/a> without the color or early David Salle<\/a> without the S&M overtones. Sean Dack<\/strong><\/a> works with processing mistakes, allowing his figures to hover on the point of disintegration. (Seattle’s Norie Sato did something similar in the 1970s, with paintings and videos inspired by electronic snow.) Carter Mull<\/strong><\/a> blurs his consumables and taints them with electronic rot.
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\nLisa Oppenheimer<\/a><\/strong> drives a stake through the timid heart of exhausted metaphor.<\/p>\n![\"lisaOppenheimsun.jpg\"](\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/lisaOppenheimsun.jpg\")
Her critique of the banal is itself in danger of banality, as others have done similar. I like Letah Wilson<\/a>‘s version better, not in the show:<\/p>\n
\nDigital C-print, flashlight, rocks, 42 x 30 x 46 inches, 2009<\/p>\n![\"lethawilsonmagicality.jpg\"](\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/lethawilsonmagicality.jpg\")
Once the image stream becomes art, there is hierarchy.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n![\"amandarosshokoons.jpg\"](\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/anotherbb\/amandarosshokoons.jpg\")
Through repetitions, Sara VanDerBeek<\/a> <\/strong>creates photos that aspire to be sculptures. Erika Vogt<\/strong> doubles herself doing different things, becoming
\nthe detective of her own crime scene, both corpse and cop. Finally, there’s Kelley Walker<\/strong><\/a>, who heats the cool of old advertisements.<\/p>\n